Posted by: Ron DuBour | July 12, 2016

Pitter patter~by Anjali Kullu



Pitter patter

Your smell
crawl through me,
Making me divulge.
Pitter patter
rain falls,
Staining glasses
that smirk back.
Leaping memories,
Diluted music,
Aroma of sweet bun:
Fresh barn;
Milky aire.
Leftover remain
in that lil farm.
Your mist:
My lost one.
I lost
long back
in the war…

Sing thy song
You singeth
When free
Sing me our only

He recalls Her…


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